I wondered how on earth they had marked me down.

Perhaps it was the Glasgow meeting, or perhaps my association with Ivery at Biggleswick.

Anyhow there was somebody somewhere mighty quick at compiling a _dossier_.

Unless I wanted to be bundled back to Oban I must make good speed to the Arisaig coast.
Presently the road fell to a gleaming sea-loch which lay like the blue blade of a sword among the purple of the hills.

At the head there was a tiny clachan, nestled among birches and rowans, where a tawny burn wound to the sea.